the war against Tres Viri is getting more exciting every day. Two days ago we discovered a very expensive and heavily with jammer fitted medium POS of our enemy Alliance in the Rauntaka system and we shot it into reinforce. No action was taken against this. Tonight at 3:30 the POS went out of her reinforced mode and we all assembled to take it down. We fleeted around ten ships at that time of day while our scout reported 28 wartargets in the target system and near it for defense.

Without hesitation we decided to attack. On the way to the target system a solo battleship crossed our way and was left wrecked in our wake. Then the battle begun. While the POS gunners were trying to down us and all of their fleet was fireing we got a lot of value in ships down. After regrouping we launched a second wave to attack the POS which was also a success - if I would not have failed in the end.

You can get the girl out of the ceptor, but you can't get the ceptor out of the girl, so I dived my Tempest into a steep attack on a Megatron of the enemy fleet to destroy it viciously, scratching her back with my nails and biting out large chunks of intestines with my teeth. I'm proud of the damage I did on this fight, but I payed this with the loss of my own ship, which I left proudly on the battlefield. There was no way for a ship to die with more honor and pride than by killing off a superior enemy on the battlefield. It was my first real kill with my battleship and also my first loss of a ship of that type.

I rescued my men before the ship blew up, but I failed to save it by seconds. So in the aftermath I call this battle a great success for No Hitori against a superior enemy in a superior position, hiding in a forcefield, with sniper support and two jamming Scorpions, with no jammers on our side, with POSgunners on their side and more than three times the fleet than we fielded. And we came out doing more, much more damage on their side than we suffered.

I never was part of a greater fight in my life. I have seen fights in zerosec with more than thousand ships exploding in vicinity of the corona of a sun, but this - I am just proud to be allowed to fly with these men and try to do my part in this fleet and maybe one day I will be a warrior as great as the comrades that I may fly proudly side by side. I think nobody can understand how moved I am by this, how deep this kind of fighting can touch the heart of a humble Sebiestor warriorgirl that still tries unsuccessfully not to fly a Tempest like a Claw, with autocannons ablazing oblivious to death and destruction, seeding mayham and haywire in it's wake.

The only thing I can say is: good fight everybody! Even if our congratulations were not echoed on the side of our enemy, I hope that some of them can feel it a little bit, how important that was for me, how great this fight really was.

This war has just begun. And the real warrior in me is beginning to wake up, slowly rising as a morning star and shining with the clear light of a supernova on the battlefields to come. Oh thank you, world, that I may be a capsuleer and see this happening with my own eyes.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Originally by:Alica WildfireThe only thing I can say is: good fight everybody! Even if our congratulations were not echoed on the side of our enemy, I hope that some of them can feel it a little bit, how important that was for me, how great this fight really was.

Thousands died, perhaps tens of thousands died and you obsess here about how excited you were, and talk about 'good fights'? Perhaps you should visit the next of kin of those who died and explain to them how thrilled you were and that you are looking forward to do this again soon.

what is a good fight? A good fight is, when a one man corporation fights for it's freedom against a whole alliance, an alliance that gets support from another alliance - two full alliances with the manpower of something between two and threehundred capsuleer pilots, of more than a dozen capsuleer corporations. That are joining their forces together to enforce violence against this one man corporation that only gets support by it's friends. And those don't bow to the overwhelming numbers, to to overwhelming firepower, to the situation that is against all odds, to vast unequal material that is thrown against them and still -yes- and still these few men stand up against the many, still this few men don't bow to those who have joined to break the them.

No, my men are fighting with me for freedom. They have died a many of them. And I will not let those who died down by bowing my neck to the next empire, to the next horde of empirelists, the the next gang of enforcers, that try to enforce their rules on us.

Because we are free men. And free men live free as they will die free. This is no game, indeed! And one time the Amarr Empire will see that you can not break the will and the freedom of people that are willing to live and accept death for their ideals. For their freedom, oh yes.

This was a great day, indeed. A great day for freedom. For it shows what this free spirit can do to those that try to break the force of the wave it conjures inside the human soul.

And especially my long and respected enemies in the Amarr Empire that still try to wage war on the free spirit of men might learn what this can do. My old enemy Merdaneth, that I respect well and ever will, might even see what his own setup of a crusader alone (ignore the two other) against three can do when someone is flying it not for a imaginative god, queen or empyress, but for freedom. It is worth a thousand times it's battlepower. For the cause of the fight multiplies it until infinity.

What we owe to the men that died on that battlefield is a "good fight" and a respectful nod of your head. What we owe those who died is that we are not blind to that deaths, to that loss of lives. Chivalry and honor demands us to humble, polite and respectful greet those who were fighting.

And this we did, even if the other side denies a salute for our dead. But the fight is going on. There is no doubt who will win this. Not in this war, not in the war between the free Minmatar Republic and the Amarr Empire.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

while the fight is getting harder for the two Alliances have now permanently joined their forces to fight us, we celebrated this afternoon a reminder of the dead. Some capsuleers fly their ships and ignore that a ship needs crew, they even tell you that their ships don't have crew, but this is not the way I look at it. I care for my people and when your ship is blowing up, often enough not all make it.

I'm not used to fly with many crew for I am most of the time in frigates. While tech-1 ships are originally crew-powered designs that are added a capsuleer control unit, the base crew need for t2 ships is reduced to fit more and better technology in the freed space. In an interceptor I fly alone, this might be the reason I prefer them.

I lost my first battleship and that was a hard day for me, and I'm not talking of isk, which never have interested me. Even if I did not know many of them personally they were part of my ship for a long time. As a capsuleer you look at the ship through the setup of modules, dear Log, that's the way we understand them.

The small modules of frigates normally don't need a crew to power them, they are simple and easy enough to run selfsufficiently. Leaves just the hull of the ship itself that needs a bit of skeleton crew. On a t1 frigate it leaves space for one to three, depending on the size and complexibility of the hull.

Some "modules" need additional crew compartments to fire them, to implement them. We press a mental button in our podinterface and the crew is working on our commands. Like the repair-modules for example. What do pod-pilots think they are? Why do they need that much space of the design of your ship? Crewquarters.

On a cruiser most modules really need crew, especially the logistics of the gunnery and of cause the skeleton crew is higher. You have enough men to command that you have a mess, need some logistics like a ships cook, a small medic bay and so on. Depending on your setup my cruisers are powered by a dozen to twenty people. Of cause if I order for "buffertank" setup my repair crew is left behind and their quarters are replaced by huge armor plates. The better I can order to arrange them, the better gets the "grid" of my ship.

What do you think grid means? For many capsuleers it's just an abstract value and they don't care about the intestines of their ship. I do. I care about.

When a ship blows up the crews of the compartments try to escape. They normally get rescued by "looting" the left modules from the wreck. Every module is not only mechanics. All machinery works for people - most work with people.

How many people I lost? I don't know. Some got rescued by the enemy I think. Some died in the explosion. I lost a couple of hundred men by this, I guess. Time to pause and think of them. Not as modules but of brave men that were fighting for a cause they believed in.

I'm glad that my Tempest "The Drill" was buffertanked. I can't imagine the deaths and pain that mean the loss of a whole large repair module. I really don't like those modules.

I silently sit here and think of the casualities in my crew. Do you ever think of that, dear Log? I really prefer interceptors...-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

the war is going on and I have other things to do but mourning more than a day. I have to spare this for the raining season. The enemy kept docked all day and did not show any sign of activity anymore. When asked in local if they might be ill by some dangerous space-flu, they neither answer polite nor stayed on our concerned issue. But I don't want to talk bad of them for they are fighting brave.

When they fight us they always lose a lot of ships and I think this is beginning to pound their morale. "Ha! We still got our POS!", they claim stubbornly. Oh, yes, indeed they have. But it is the only thing they can claim as a sort of victory, if they ignore their losses in that fight. Which they of cause do not, that's for sure - they just don't tell us. I think they have lost more than they like, more than they expected, more than they ever lost before and lose every day more and more to our gangs. I think that they fear, they might not look good in this war. But this is wrong. They are fighting very well. What do they expect? That war is an endless march of joyful victories?! They are in the valley of pain and they know it. If they have the bite they will make it, they will climb the steep moutains to victory. Earlier or later.

I am surprised every day in this war that we are still unmatched. We should be on the ground. We should be the hunted, but yet we are not. I ponder why? Sobaseki is ours now, Jita is under our control, we control Nonni, the next tradehub and all systems between. They stay docked and if they dock off, one of us is there to change this. They seem permanently to relocate their base to systems farther away. Or do I just long for the next fight and wish the enemy in reach of my autocannons?

I was patroling all systems with famous agents this day in my ceptor just pondering - where are they? They are nowhere in space. I think they might be frustrated or bad mooded now and I don't think it has something to do with us talking to them in local. We always try to keep friendly and polite, keep gentlemen and -women that we are. Not that I don't like swearwords or something like that, the next pub is a good place to use them as well as dancing on the table, but I am a warrior and communication should be the friendly side of war, the shooting the aggressive, not the other way round. That's for politicians

So we don't call names, we just listen when they use them. I tried to make a pun of one of their swearwords to lighten up the spirit a bit, but that did not work either. They were not in the mood of laughter and I think they have run a bit out of humor for the moment. So I really hope the day of rest was doing them good and tomorrow they are up again and ready for the fight.

This is a pity. For it is a joyful fight with them which should be done with some friendly words and a good meant laughter on both sides from time to time, even if we face death. War is our daily work and it is not good to be deadly serious every day and to hate everybody around just because the things are not going too well. So we do not hate them, we embrace them as fellow capsuleers. And kill them of cause as enemies if they dare to dock off, without mercy. There will be a time after this war. Why spoil all future just for the moment? I hope they get the positive message in what I am writing about this war and don't turn it into something bad.

while the war is going on and dawning a new day, we were contacted by a member of one of the corporations that left Tres Viri. He had a sad message, for one of their industrials was shot down in highsec with all their blueprints in it. For a corporation that is just recovering from a war, this is a hard strike. The loss counted a much too high for the price of one of their items was wrong, but it was a loss that counted up to a billion.

Yes, this is EVE.

So we did what we could to help them with advice. Blueprint originals should not be transported in industrials and huge values should never be transported by autopilot. You are not safe anywhere in EVE, not when you are at war and not if you are "at peace". You always -always- have to be vigilant to protect your assets. Because everybody, everywhere will try to take them from you. You are not safe in a ship, you are not safe in a corporation, not safe in an alliance, not when you are docked.

And if you are not able to protect yourself, you will be the prey. The universe is filled with wolves that are looking out for sheep. If you just relax and act careless, the world around will react. Always and mostly harmful.

Everybody is losing values the one or the other day. When I was a really green pilot I lost three to four frigates a day, flying with militia fleets as a tackler. With a ship that I did not know to fly well doing the most dangerous job a frigate captain can do. With no income and just five millions on the wallet to lose a couple of frigates a day is much harder than anything I suffered after that. And I was living like that for months.

Besides the fact that I love the ships I am flying and that I am sorry for their destruction I never hung my mood to that. They are disposable tools for a cause with a much higher value. I never cared about their ISK value. The only asset I am really concerned about are my men. What kind of leader would not care about his men? Maybe a captain that does not understand the value of human spirit. The spirit of a free man is the spirit of one who cares.

the war is evolving into something oganized now. During most time of the day we patrol the area and it happens that we meet an enemy here and there and it is not that we can't find targets anymore.

But after the alliances kicked everybody that was not willing to fight or who was "too young" to "be useful" in a fight the numbers of targets are much smaller. I think that was a failure from tactical point of view as well as from the community point of view. The message is a bit like "we can't protect you". But this is the task of a defense force, to protect. And not to get rid of the people who they claim to protect. Of cause I respect the move to get the unarmed out of the line of fire. If you see it from this point of view everything is okay.

But on the battlefield we now get scouted by full corps of frigate captains that follow our fleet everywhere from the moment when we joined our forces to fight their fleet. I can understand when a solo neutral spy is used for gathering intel, this is a tactic that was used in many wars. But to fill three or four systems with swarms of them after they were moved out of the line of fire is something... I won't do. Maybe because I'm too proud to order such things. A single spy is a thing that can be tolerated but a swarm of them? That are regular light patrols. I'd like if they show their flag and do it straight.

Don't they have the numbers?

They have. And we patroled the area of question in our full fleet and they had a fleet of nearly double size but stayed docked or avoided engagement. This is not cowardice, I don't want to see it from that point of view, I'd say it is a waste of time to play around and don't fight the enemy when he gives you the opportunity. Alas, we got some careless pilots on the way and I managed to fly my ship efficiently enough to get on the second place of damage down, which was not only celebrated by me and my men but with congratulations from my wingmembers. When a very green battleship captain like me gets some real work done in her ship, this is a great moment.

After our fleet finally began to dissolve the enemy undocked and wanted to fight us again. But they passed their chance. I hope next time they decide a bit earlier that they want to fight, for they had a good fleet. A superior fleet that I would not in my dreams dare to attack. But my comrades do and I follow in their wake and do what they order.

Beside the duty in active war I was ordered to take command of a new Stabber class cruiser. I was flying the first Stabber around the end of the first week as a capsuleer and reported that long ago. But I never found my way to the heart of that ship besides I love the sleek, slender and extremly fast design that fits me well.

After I inspected the raw hull I decided to try to configure it in a new way. I had seen what my comrades were able to do with their Vagabonds and while I am not yet certified to fly such expensive and majestic ships, I tried to do it the lowcost way. I worked hard with my stuff of Sebiestor engineers and finally the ship got ready.

I don't know if I will be able to fly it, but it is in fact a small Vagabond, while it's price is about 1/8th to 1/10th of it with just halve the offensive and defensive capabilities, but I am able to wreck them if I have to like flies without hurting my wallet. For they cost almost nothing. I named the design "Little Runaway". The shot down Hurricane above was the first time when I sent her into actual combat and I was amased how well she did.

To work with the stuff you have and make the best of it - that's the Minmatar way of fighting.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

"I'm able to wreck them like flies", I excuse me for this expression. I got a petition of my crew to not use them up like flies and a rabble that was near mutiny. I had to call them together and have a talk with them, the other way would have been to cut off life support until the rabble stops. But that's not my way to command a ship to be true.

So, what's life on a Stabber you might ask, dear Log? I just wandered down the small corridors from the bridge over the crew quarters down to the cargo and ammunition hangars in the middle section of the ship where you first pass by the mess, the small caboose and then enter the main engine part of the ship needs up with it's reactor and main battery most of the front part of the last section of the ship. The rest is fuel, warpdrive, afterburners, overdrives and a lot of cables, drying female underwear that is hanging from lines across the main engine room and squashed Quafe cans and rotting pizzaparts everywhere. Together with some insects that live from that.

What kind of a ship is the "Little Runaway", you might ask? Yeah, guess, it's a second or more a third hand ship that was a present from Ben "Bigfood" Royaka some days ago. He just used it for ramming miners in belts and did not take the poor ship too serious while for me after that desaster with "The Drill" it's again the command of a ship with crew. Something that I don't like.

And I think the crew isn't too happy about me as a captain too, for they know well my statistics of survival in battle. It's still better than many other but I am infamous for wrecking a lot of frigates in militia warfare and they got wind of that somehow and they did not like how I was flying my Stabber through the enemy gatecamp just a few days ago as if I was flying a frigate and happily greeting the guys over com with a: "Tschnss Jungs!"

I think some of them ****ed their pants when I was doing that for I was aready locked by halve of the fleet when I finally got into warp. So I talked with them and promised not to squash them like flies and go and get me the next ship.

I don't know if you ever have seen the crew of a Stabber, but I can tell ya that those people are of a special kind. Not my usual Minmatar Militants that don't fear death for the cause, more of the kind of space drifters that are all in all too pissed off by the universe to really care about. I'm not too good in keeping up discipline on board and think my men will do everything they can to survive the next battle and if they all have to die I can give them a relaxed life on board as a deal.

So my ship is looking like a mess, even by my standards. The crashing into miners for fun did lose everything that was not welded somewhere so many maintanance shafts are open, cables are hanging everywhere from the ceiling and some of the boardsystems are short circuited and electric sparks can be seen at open power connectors, hanging cables and blinking or broken neon lights. But the board- and weaponsystems are working. So it's ready for combat my chief engineer tells me.

I walked the tight main corridor that is going through the whole hull from what is left from the bridge after they squashed the pod interface into it and left the rest flying around careless to the back where the powerlines connect the warpdrive with the main reactor.

This is where I found a girl lying streteched across the reactor cavern and smoking a huge kind of cigarette. She was smeared with grease, had an mohawk haircut and dark eyeshadows and pale skin. Her clothes were in rags and she did not salute me just waving off when I entered. They call her "Sooty" I was informed and that she's one of the reactor-girls. One of those who were following me said, that those girls are smoking plutonium for leasure, but I think that's just a kind of image.

I tell ya more about living on a Stabber soon, dear Log, I will call this "Tales of a Stabber".-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Now to the official part of the war, we got some spare time. The biggis at the top were negotiating a kind of ceasefire with our enemies, that is used for some diplomatics and the exchange of captured crew that both parties found in the escape pods and sealed modules of wrecked ships. While neither our corporation nor our enemies support any form of slavery we will use this ceasefire for some humanitarian help.

After that I will know the exact number of losses that left this war in my last crew.

While we are doing this there is not much fighting going on anymore even when the official start of ceasefire has not begun yet. Time of talking - booooring.

Leaves me time to tell ya more about the "Little Runaway" and it's crew. Most of them are Minmatar but we have some exotics on board too. Like the shipscook who seems to be an ex-amarrian preacher that has lost his believe, he says in his file. They call him "Stirrer" or "Poisoner" on board for he is not a very good cook I think. But in his files I read that he was hunted as a heretic from Amarrian inquisition. Most of the men seem to dislike him and play some nasty games with him. But he keeps bearing it and as long as nobodies hurt it's not my job to interfere.

People really need some freedom to blow off some steam from time to time. I got the bad idea to muster my men in the cargo hangar a day ago and one of them just puked on the floor in front of me and collapsed. Some of them are idealists, some seem to be adventurers, some do it for creds, some for the chics on board that seem to be easy to have, some are running away from something or just are searching death. I got two cases of "hire on a Stabber or get executed" too. A mugger and a thief, a good thief seems that he was caught for stealing the wages shuttle of a Caldarian major enterprise. Most of them are scoundrels, some of them might even be cutthroats, all of them are run down and nobody wears anything that is at least a bit reminding of a uniform. All but the cook. He is wearing something that was white some long time ago but is looking more like something that was used to clean the rifles of my 180mm Dual Autocannons.

The age runs from sixteen to almost seventy. Nobody on board seems to have something like a future.

I feel quite at home here. I like the ship, like my men. Hope we make it.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

yesterday nothing special on the westfront, so I can tell ya more about my crew, another part of "Tales of a Stabber".

The Reactor Girlz are four nuclear mechanics which live inside the core reactor room. The doc says they will have maybe halve a year until they all die. Cause they don't care about radioactivity too much. Crew is payed in Interstellar Standard Kredits (ISK) which means they get richer than rich compared to the income on a planet. They roll their cigarettes with money from planets just to show off how rich they get by working on that ship. But the girlz have quite a morbide lifestyle. I don't think they will make it long. To burn your cigarette with a glowing nuclear fuel rod doesn't look too healthy for me. Of cause they get their antirad-treatment daily but at the rate they bath in that stuff every day this won't help them much anyway.

And to rip off the legs of the protection suits to show more legs is of no great help either or to dry the washing over the open reactor. Besides that they are doing their job extremely well. I can boost the engine of my stabber far over the red margin without having to worry that it will blow up. It's just... the girls ain't looking too healthy with their hair. Okay, it might be more a question of style for them but for real radiation poisoning but... gee. My reactor crew is kinda crazy.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I got into a little discussion with my reactor crew about security measures and such. You might have a crew too, dear Log, but my is a bit different I think. +Go stick your head in your pod, princess of goo˝, I got as an answer. +We need you as part of our ship. That's all. Ya think ya is a god, ya? Capsuleer, ya? Problem is, we ain't believin' in nothing like gods. So stick your head into your goo and let us do our job, mkay? Ah - an' don't mess up the fights as usual or...˝ And she was holding a scissor into the air to show that she will cut off the podinterface from the rest of the ship. What she of cause won't do... I hope.

I might be the captain here but most people don't show me much of respect. For many I'm just a wierdo that is part of the ship. Like an enginepart that is walking into the canteen to get a meal. Something wierd but nothing to worry about too much. I give the commands and they follow orders when we are in battle - as long as I do it over the pod interface it works. When I try it myself I seem to fail. They follow orders when I command a special setup of the ship or do logistics. But the rest they seem to ignore.

I'm not used this kind of crew, dear Log. At Rens or at home I have a lot of volunteers to choose from and all know me, want to fly with me for they follow the same cause: freedom and that. But here I have a crew that was collected far from Minmatar space, mixed together by all people that were not taken by anyone on any ship anymore. Finally they hired on a cruiser, one of the lowest and smallest and most fragile cruisers that is. One without much glamour. Kay, it's better than a Scythe, but on a Scythe you normally don't fly into battle. Even on a Thrasher you have more glamour.

I really love my ship, don't misunderstand me. I loved it the first time I was able to fly it, long, long time ago and I told you about this already. But this crew.. I don't think I will change them for they fit to the ship and it's a great experience. Maybe if I manage to actually down something in this they begin to respect me a bit. I'll try hard, dear Log. I will really try.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I was always thinking that my job as a tackler could once endanger the life of my unborn child. But death hits random. It just hit me traveling from A to B through a lowsec system where a Machariel with faction fitting smartbombs was just having fun to kill off all ships that were flying through. No fight. No measure of skill. It was all done in a splitsecond, ship, pod, life. No aiming of weapons. No honor, no fight, just nothing. Just death. My ship wasn't even worth looting.

Yes, that's EVE. I always said it's no big deal for a capsuleer to be pregnant for she will most likely never see her child alive. The only way, I think, a capsuleer can get through nine months without getting shot into a new clone by random violence could be by not being a capsuleer anymore.

But are we able to deny what we are? I am sure not. So what can I learn? I can learn nothing. It doesn't show me anything that I didn't already know. I was fighting really hard not to lose my pod for months, for the sake of the unborn. And I was always getting away from death, never failed, always on the edge. But this time there was no way to fail or not to fail. It was an inevitable random deathtrap by a guy that has maybe a thousand or a million more money than I have with skills I can only dream of who was just standing there and firing like a child his smartbombs.

Do I grief about this? No. I do not. For this is life. This exactly is life.

I do not know if you understand, dear Log? This exactly is life.

There is no god. There is no honor, there is nothing out there. Just us. And we build the world around us. We have to live in this world. And then we die. Suddenly, unprepaired, without a fight, without some great last words, just so - from moment to moment - silence. No movement anymore in your belly. Just silence.

I don't know if anybody can feel what I can feel? This is really touching me. I can not say that I mourn about the life of a child that had never the chance to see this world outside. It had a good life inside me up to this moment. And maybe this world is not worth to be seen, maybe. But it is the only thing that can be seen anyway and I really love to live. Even if the world is realistically just a deep pool of fedo excrement and we are too small to get our feet on the ground it is still better to fight drowning and just living in this pool until we are exhausted and get recycled than never to try.

Friends told me to transfer my child into a clone. A dead soulless motherthing, I called that. To grow up without the contact to real life. And to be born with a deep trauma that the child never would have come over in his life. I decided not to. I do not regret this. For the child was with me now for a bit over six months. It lived the life of a capsuleer, was able to feel my up and downs. My joy and my sorrow. The noise of celebration, the noise of battle, the noise of music and culture. It was a rich world that I had to offer.

I will always decide for the richness of life than the silence of a dead motherthing. I will always take the hard route, the rich and beautiful one than the boring, the safe, the lifeless. Better to dare and fail than never to try. I am young, I'm female, I'm a capsuleer. I will get pregnant again someday. Hopefully not tomorrow.

Damn the Amarr that were breeding our kind over thousand years to be fertil. To be reproductive in body, spirit and heart. This is one of our strength now but it is also my personal nemesis. Of cause I'm standing here in my brand new body with all these untrained muscles. Virginized again. Unpregnant. Brand new.

To lose one child is tragic. To lose a second is... most people just have no words for this. But I do. That's life. I got to get over it and deal with that. I, capsuleer.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I was thinking about the pilot that killed me. He is not important, he's nothing. But he is standing for a many of his kind. I watched his kills carefully dear Log. Pages of pages of pages of nothing. I really did not found one -not one- fight worth mentioning. Something he has done that was not with Smartbombs against frigates and pods or with twenty of his friends against one.

First I was just curious what kind of guy is standing at a gate and fireing smartbombs at random passer-bys. It might have been that he was just trying something out. That he was just making a joke. No. He is just the sort of poor fighter that can't do anything better.

I pity that. But I try to tell you his story. To understand what happend to him. He once was in zerosec. Trying to actually do something. But he failed. He failed again and again. You can see it in his history of kills. He failed all his long, long life. Some times it was looking good for him just to fail again. After a while he burnt out. He began to camp lowsec. He never was alone in any real fights for a long time now.

I think this happens to a capsuleer when he lost focus. When he has nothing to fight for anymore. When he lost perspective. When he just wants to die and can't. Now he is just doing numbers. As if anybody would care about numbers.

But he is standing there in his homesystem, fireing his smartbombs every day in, every day out. Like a beggar in the gutter begging for something. Begging that someone takes notice of his misery. With twenty of his friends waiting at the next station to help if anything should happen. Stuffed full with smartbombs and warpcorestabilizers. Just like deep space - nothing. It's no shame to do this sometimes, I guess - but to do nothing else anymore? I did not mention his name and never will, dear Log, I already forgot him, never will remember him like I would pilots like Merdaneth or Veshta Yoshida. There was no name that was killing me. Just random violence, endless bored violence, mindless violence, violence without any perspective, without cause, reason or - whatever.

Really really sad. And I won't turn my eye on that pityful and failed life a minute more. But never forget, dear Log, this is life too. This can happen to everyone. I think it's the worst fate a capsuleer can have for there is no way of return from this. This is the way of burning out and this pilot will never recover, I guess. Try to avoid such a fate, dear Log. I'd rather die than to sink to that.

So. Turn to something with perspective. What do next? Life is going on.

First this war that is still going on. We still have large camps of prisoners of war from them, survivers that were lost in the modules that we salvaged from their wrecks. Our exchange of PoW failed due to diplomatic problems with the other side so the time of cease fire could not be used for humanitarian help. Our camp is already crowded and we are not an Alliance here with huge assets to take care of them, just one small corp. So I'm sorry that we are almost out of capicity to care for them on a decent level. The first sicknesses are spreading among them and we can't do anything against this.

I can only say, that we really tried to exchange them and our wartargets were not willing to. Today the sickbay was already overcrowded here at our station. The authorities are beginning to limit contact to the prisoners as disease precaution. It's no quarantine yet but I think there will no much time left and the dying will begin.

This is the other face of the war that many don't see. Maybe we should call help of some neutral forces but except Louella Dougans I don't know anybody who would be capable of. And I don't think she and her Order have the assets to cover this problem. And another question is if the officers of no hitori are willing to accept help from neutral side.

war is expanding over the second Empire now. After hunting down our enemies in whole Caldari space the first wrecks by no hitori fleets are reported from Gallente space. All diplomatic efforts to settle this war have failed. The enemy is not willing to surrender even while the losses are growing beyond any sensible value. We tried to have mercy but they rejected it. I can only say that I do respect this fatalistic way of fighting very much but my rational Sebiestor side can not understand the reason for this.

Orders are to reject any further attempt of contact with the enemy. The bitterness on the other side is growing and we can feel it through the "smacktalk" on local comchannels which is growing. I personally widthdraw from this battlefield like all of my comrades. Some still respond politely, but there is no real communication anymore.

That's a pity for even a lost war can be a gain for both sides. When the one that has lost the war is willing to learn and accept the rules of the winner. We have never been unfair or despotic so the end of the war was offered under sensible terms. This is going to get ugly now, I fear. Our enemy is closing the doors that we tried to hold open for them and manoevers himself into a corner.

The time of cease fire could have been used to exchange the prisoners of war, who are under my responsibility at the moment. And the things are not going too well. I am busy to stop an outbreak of a dangerous space disease among them. While some Amarr claim to burn their prisoners alive or throw them out of the next airlock, I can only say that prisoners are no valid target for a true warrior and we would never sink to such a barbaric level.

I got signal from the enemy that they are willing to exchange but it is too late now. The coms are closed by CEO orders and the cease fire is not active anymore. If anybody of us undocks with a shipload full of prisoners he will most certainly lose his ship and gets all on board killed.

The medic situation is getting more serious every day now. The first of our prisoners are in intensive care and the medics say that they possibly won't make it. Full quarantine of our hangars is in discussion with the station authorities even the closing of the whole station could be an option.

Caldari authorities don't have any tolerance on issue of space diseases. This situation might even escalate to a level I am not able to imagine yet and hope I'll never see. I was buying up all medics on Caldari market and was shipping them to our station. But that'll not be enough.

I again have a day off from duty and spend my time doing some small sketches of the living in my Stabber cruiser.

This time I want to tell you about the crew quarters in the compartment with the many windows just behind the bridge of the ship. You have two decks where the lower has group quarters for four in each room who live on very few space together. They are placed in the middle between the two main hallways. The part of the ship is about twelve meters square in cross-section which is not much. A lot of place gets lost by halve-decks where powerlines, life support and all the other technical stuff is put in that is needed to connect the bridge and pod interface with the rest of the ship.

Some of the rooms are out of order so parts of my crew have to sleep in hammocks across the main corridor. Everywhere are maintainance shafts open and cables are put open though the corridors. By ladder you get to the upper crewdeck where you can find the rooms for officers and other specialists. But the quarters are not much better there besides that the main corridor is in the middle and the quarters are placed outside so that you can look into space - as if there would be anything interesting to see. On a Stabber everything is stuffed full with - things. The main corridor on the lower deck is the widest space available if you don't count the cargo space.

The ammunition for the two bow guns is tranported by an external ammunition shaft from the main armory in the middle section of the ship. This is done for security reasons I think.

You might think a space ship is a very futuristic and stylish thing where everything has it's place. This I can not confirm. I think they designed it like this: +Okay, we got this great engine, let's put some guns on it!˝ +Gee! Great idea. Here we can put the ammo here and the bridge of cause there. Have you ever seen a dragon? We do the bridge like that, what do you think?˝ Okay. Engine, ammo, guns, fuel... have we forgotten something?˝ +Crew?˝ +Oh yeah. Crew. Hm. No, I don't think we find place for the wetware.˝ +Hm, what do you think? We just squeeze them here and there. We have no use for this space so far away from the guns.˝ +Sounds reasonable. And we could make the neck-part of the ship a bit longer and squeeze some mattresses in there. Oh. Not enough space and we can't make this part any longer without losing precision of the bow guns.˝ +Ah, no problem, just make the compartments smaller, put more in a room together. We Minmatar are not fat anyway. Look like this...˝ +Great! It's a bit messy inside isn't it?˝ +Yeah, but it's hell of fast.˝ +Yeah. Let's do it. We put some windows in to make it look bigger from inside, what do you think?˝

Ladders. They have put ladders everywhere. Just a lift in the back compartment for the cargo and engine on both sides. And the steerboard lift is broken at the moment...-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

breaking news. I just contacted Louella Dougans to transfer the prisoners of war to our enemy. How long will it be until she picks them up here in Uemisaisen? Will the station be still open for traffic or will be already a quarantine on us? I hope she makes it in time and has the medical suppy that is needed for them. In any other case I predict a dark future for them. Death is already sharpening his scythe.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

no hitori has shot down nearly thirty battleships, twenty battlecruisers and over a dozen cruisers of Tres Viri and EVE-UNION alliance not to count the minor losses. Our camp of prisoners of war is huge. We count over onehundred thousand of them. The hospital ship of Louella Dougans Order docked in the next bay and her staff and herself try to get the situation under control.

Our station here is more like a desaster area than anything. While we provided our prisoners with good food and clean water it was not possible for us to divide them into smaller units for we are lacking personal to guard the smaller units. We tried to seperate the gender through male and female living quarters but this seperation was not very tight. We tried to control any abuse or violence among our prisoners but we lack personal, personal, personal. The prisoners theirself are of no great help for they still follow the spirit of their employers to deny any cooperation with us, even if it is for their own sake.

One of our guards got injured seriously yesterday when somebody in the masses accused him not to handle medicine but biological agents to spread the sickness. They almost killed him and we were only able to safe his life by use of force. This caused the first deaths among the prisoners, not the plague which would have been my first guess otherwise. This happend just a few hours before Sister Louella arrived.

But it makes the situation even more critical and I don't know how she wants to handle this. I offered her security guards for her staff, mazes and teargas cans if something should happen and violence should escalate. I'm a warrior and no policegirl so I'm not used to deal properly with situations like this.

Over onehundred thousand people is really a lot of crowd, can tellya.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

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Situation is under control.Required some security personnel, to ensure safety of the medics. White uniforms, with red cross symbol, helps to tell the people, that they're here to help. It works.Medics say the sick will respond fine to treatment.

when she first arrived I feared she would try to walk through the prisoners in that mini-skirt-nun-outfit her order is infamous of. Besides it might all be a rumor because I've never actually seen it, they appeared quite nun-like, she and her staff. White with red cross on her breast and black hood.

First she inspected the sick and the high quality medicine she brought with her and that was not available for us helped a lot. While we are on guard with automatic rifles on the edge to protect her and her people if something should happen, the prisoners were acting quite civilan to her presence.

We could not see any violence and instead the people seemed to be relaxed and hopeful reacting to her presence. We have several container-barracks here at our hangarsite all secured with laserfence and perimeter, sentryguns on turrets and a save entrygate. While I personally guarded her first visit to the prisoners there was no reason to intervene at any time. I gave order to let the order try to handle this alone and to keep safe distance.

The dead are the first brought on board of her hospital ship for I found it appropriate to send them back home. As long as they are kept frozen there should not be any problems, I think. I hope we do not have any violent events during the process. Prisoners are transfered in small groups off our camp on board her ship. I don't know how many passengers she can support but if there should be any problems we will repeat the procedure the next time she docks.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

the war is over. After a hard fight over a large production facility at Mendori of WufPack-Corp., which was part of the Tres Viri was instantly removed from the alliance and quit beeing a wartarget for us. The officials at CONCORD that were immediatly informed about a new wardeclaration against this corporation lost through sheer negligence the formular, found it after we petitioned the urgency of this a few hours later in their backup storage in the cellar, at the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying +Beware of the Leopard˝...

Nice move from CONCORD to offer us a wardeclaration only seventeen hours after the large structure was run out of strontium. Enough time for them to secure it again. All time lost for searching the structure and shooting it down, the ships, the men, all invested ammunition lost and we decided that an enemy that is using such practice to avoid the deserved punishment for missed preparation of war is not worth fighting anymore. They are sunk so low that nothing is left that is worth shooting.

Of cause not all of our enemies were on that level. Most of them were honorable and brave warriors that were fighting well and that we salute with respect. Tres Viri and EVE-UNION were all in all very determined and fair enemies. But there is a black sheep in every flock. The official aftermath was civilized and respectful.

But the war is over.

So I was busy to return home, bury and honor the dead in a space burial ceremony.

The CONCORD laws are broken concerning the empire wars but this is nothing new. Many have suffered from the "gaps" that are left for corporations that are hidden inside alliances. Alas, it's all with the rules, all with the laws so we have to accept. But we petitioned to change those laws to allow the ongoing selection on EVE markets and the evolution of economic structure by the mechanism of corporatewar instead to allow hedge lawyers moves to dodge the consequences of mismanagement under the protection of CONCORD. Failures have to have consequences. Every action has consequences, should have. In this case the consequences were dodged.

If you see a war from the side I have, dear Log, you begin to understand the assault of the CONCORD main quarter some months ago by the elders. I can not say if this move was right or wrong but it shows that there has to be a change. Or CONCORD is losing ground and support by all empires and most of the corporations here. Things like the lost wardeclaration by CONCORD may happen. Burocracy is a bitch and we all know that we are living in a Machiavellistic nightmare here.

But this is the way the world is, we have to adapt or perish.

The time inbetween I am using to catch a breath of air again. I was happy to have been in action in war. No time to think about the things that happend. And I think work will be the best medicine for me to come over this. I have sent Louella Dougans some palettes of Long Limb Roe's and Spirits that I bought from a X-Chemical plant. One of that is standing now in front of me.

Vodka.

But I think I let pass it by. Don't drink and fly. Don't drink and fly.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

sometimes the sun shines on you from the ridge of the mountain that you try to climb so hard. And that shining light gives hope that you'll ever reach the top even if everything you can see are stones and ice and an abyss behind you that will certainly kill you if you are careless just one second.

I was working hard to get access to one of these infamous Fleet Issue Stabbers but I just got a telegram to arrive at an unknown hangar and found one. It was just a clean lean killing machine, maybe the best ship I ever was in. You know that I have been a Stabber captain for a long time now and that this vessel is one that caught my heart besides the small JSger ones like the Slasher, the Rifter, the Stiletto or the Claw.

If you try to summarize the virtues of Minmatar ships you will very find that the Stabber and the ships alike confederate these virtues into a sleak and manoeverable warship that is unmatched by anything on the battlefield.

You have an incredible speed, you have versatile weapon configuration, you have drones which give you another flexibility and you have a projectile weight that only can be matched by battlecruisers and ships above that level.

But first of all it's insanely fast. And this is an advantage I love best. I brought my men from my Stabber with me to fly it and even if it is clean and neat and shiny and new the first time I wandered through the empty hallways, looking at the open maintanance shafts where the ships modules will be fitted it was still smelling like something only very very new can smell. My men will change that, this for sure, in a very short time but still...

There were only three moments in my life that remind me of this. The first time when I sat in a Firetail, the first time when I walked around the bridge of my Maelstrom and this... this I think, can't be topped.

I worked for some days with my crew of Sebiestor technicans to fit the ship in a proper way. With autocannons you can wreak more havoc than even a Vagabond can, if you are in movement. For this ship has an intersting ability, very agile gunnery actuators that move guns faster than anything I've seen so far.

Capsuleers that are of no Sebiestor decent don't see the virtues of this. They just look at the actual damage a ship can do, they only trust in sheer weight of broadside in a stationary situation. But this is not the situation a ship like this is flown. With more than three kilometers per second you can call the Stabber Fleet Issue anything but stationary. But of cause, dear Log, you know of this well. So I tell you more about living in it.

You might think that a Fleet Issue Stabber is from inside a nice and shiny vessel with much space for the crew and a recreation center on board and luxurity and that. Fleet Issue. Ever heard of luxurity on a military vessel? I did not especially not on a Minmatar one. So normally our ships are stripped of anything that even remotely can reminds of luxurity. But when the Republic Fleet technicians get hand of a ordinary Stabber hull they go through it and yell: "Decadence! Decadence! We have to strip this filthy bordello from all this and make a real Minmatar weapon of it! It will be a weapon, even if we have to destroy it for this. Life on it should be a fight. All day and night."

Yeah...

It's shiny and new. It is clean. Clean of anything that could have been comfortable in any way. The Brutor made this and they made clear that everyone can see it. Gunports everywhere. And where no gunports are there is place to fit the large Gyrostabilizers to support them. And shield field generators. They did not touch the crew quarters, no. For they were so small that you can't possibly cut ten centimeters from it without removing a foot of a crewman too.

And this smell.. this fresh smell I told ya, dear Log, is weapons oil. But I fly it with a pride that you can't imagine, dear Log. Me. Captain of a Stabber Fleet Issue. Incredible. I hope I'll bring it to glory-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

the time of recreation was short. Maybe too short. I got note from a friend of mine that his little corporation in Gallente space in Sinq Liason has been wardeclared. After a short background check we found about no less than nine active pilots in the ranks of "Phobia", all veterans where my friends were no more than halve a dozen miners and traders without any experience of fighting at all. Most of them even had no skill to fire an weapon but civilians. I don't talk about an abstract sense of meaning. They were determined to fight the aggressors.

I offered my help for I really love challenges. My change to their corporation Fish 'n' Fun needs an other day and I do not supect to get anything but defeat by this and a good training for my new comrades and me in a "leading" role. But maybe we get down one of their ships if we try hard enough.

I quickly found out that Phobia has an other war running against the alliance "The ENTITY." First I arranged joint fleet operations with them and on a diplomatic channel to the new enemy, which is a very civilized and friendly one, some rules of engagement that I hope all will respect.

I already trained my men to rescue their lifes if they should loose their ships and to handle the escape pod correctly but I accepted a nopod policy that is active in their other war too. So the joint fleet is easier to handle for us.

Still we all are not really combat ready until I can officially join the corp which will be this evening for that I had roles in "no hitori" was a new thing for me. I thought I had none and was able to switch corporation fast. My fault so I appologize for any waiting for havoc and mayham. I think about making this the motto of this war: "havoc and mayham", which most likely will be the condition of our hangars after a week.

But the spirit of my men is great. When the war got active one of our warriors was waiting in a combat ready Minmatar Reaper Assault Ship, Tribal Issue, at their stations to get his first kill and when they undocked in a Minmatar Tempest, a Typhoon and an Amarr Abbadon. He fiercly attacked them and I think the Abbadon indeed was nearly going down before his brave little ship went down in flames. But it just needed a minute before he was back and attacked another time.

That's the spirt. While I still had no combat rights, the only thing I could do was to ram their ships, which we Sebiestor call "Knhe schubsen". I decided to fly on their level of ships to be equal to my men, so I was sitting in a small ship too, a fierce Minmatar Vigil Tribal Havoc class Interceptor instead of a regular one.

I don't see this war as something to win but something to get a lot of training with. And if we do extremely well, I really mean extremely extremely well, I really like to get my trophy, a nice Vagabond Heavy Assault Ship on our killlist. But I don't think this will happen soon, because in training I got away from my men in a Stabber... But we'll see. Good thing for them is that they can't underestimate us. We are fighting outgunned, outmanned, outskilled, outclassed. Yeah! I love this! I mean, I really love this. I REALLY REALLY love this.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

the first day of fighting brought down another twelve of our frigates. The first fight was at the gate of our station against a lone Wolf Assault Ship. The Wolf was downing a lone Myrmidon Battlecruiser just a few minutes later when the pilot asked: "shall I fight this frigate?" The pilot had his licence just a month so I asked him if he likes his Myrmidon, he said "yes". Then don't fight with it was my answer. "But it's just a frigate! It's a Rifter." Yes, just a frigate. He decided to fight and I am not commanding anyone to do something, I just give advice. So when a pilot decides to fight he makes his experience, this is what I say.

Freedom is freedom of choice. He lost of cause his ship and when I took a look at the CONCORD report of the fight, I had to laugh. "A Wolf is an assault ship, that's a bit more than a frigate." I really like that ship.

A few moments later this same "frigate" showed up at our station, after General Spaz first showed up in a Claymore what was way beyond our capabilities and I ordered to widthdraw. I was still not officially member of the corp, so I had to stay neutral and was giving commands, just by watching. I'm not used to command people in battle and to stay neutral doing it made it much simpler for me anyway. Four of our frigates got downed and the wolf was remaining in halve armor. Ah okay. Some of my people were shooting on each other but I did not expect anything different on their first fight at all. It was brave. A good start.

Then we joined the fleet of The Entity, after my official welcome in the corp. As my miners noticed, battle can be much more boring and timeconsuming like mining asteroids. I think waiting for the battle is the daily job of every soldier in every country on every world in every time since the first war was faught. So we waited.

But the waiting payed out well. We got one of the most remarkable fleetfights I ever was witness. My men were not counting as damage dealers in their frigates, of cause not. But we were doing all that "support" stuff that frigates have to do and we did it well enough. I'm proud of my men. Nobody was shooting on each other anymore, everybody was calm and concentrated. I was giving a lot of commands to them and everyone was executed perfectly. We did our warpjamming, we immobilized our targets, we used a bit of ewar on them, had some drones out and defended our fleet from enemy drones.

Our main enemy were Tempest, Abbadon, Typhoon and a Megatron, a fleet included logistics and two neutral logistics. Too much repair for the fleet of The ENTITY and us for today. We were not downing one enemy ship but we got down a whole lot of drones. I was not able to count them but it must be something between twenty or thirty tech two drones but I'm not sure. We might have to ask our enemy about that.

The fight was going from 21:56 to 22:14 over full twenty minutes with my men the last leaving the field in their pods. Our allied lost a couple of battleships, battlecruisers and a cruiser. A nice list for Phobia. They did well. Bringing in neutral repair units might sound unfair but you know, dear Log, that every repairing logistic will automatically be a valid target for your fleet when it begins to involve. So it did not make any difference at all.

We finally got pounded when I commanded my men to attack those neutral repairers. It was the only thing left to do anyway for our main fleet was more or less weakend already beyond the line where fighting would make any more sense because the damage done was fully compensated by the huge amount of repair on the other side.

I'm very satisfied with the performance of my small gang. Not just for "their first engagement", but even for their tenth. It was from all sides a good fight. But sadly just one side can "win" a battle. We'll see tomorrow.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

I got a funny story to tell about my last "loss". This little Reaper I think, was found unmanned in front of the station where our last battle was. I left it there because of GTS - Grand Theft Spaceship. Someone parked a full fitted Bestower Industrial in front of the station and nobody seems to notice it. One of my corpmembers did and I jumped in a Reaper to fly there for I was the only one in my new corporation who was able to fly that thing.

Sneakily I came near that huge ship, ejected my pod and entered as fast as I could the new ship. I really hate the smell of scriptures in Amarr ships but this was a too nice gift to reject. So I warped off as fast as I could to transfer it to my hangars. A fast examination of the cargohold showed up that... a good storyteller doesn't spoil the best part, the imagination of her readers. Money is really "lying on the streets", you just have to sacrifice a Reaper from time to time. I really thank the one who left it there and give a respectful salute. I think this was done by intention.

Only thing I can tell ya, dear Log, is that I'm quite happy. And I give away my poor Reaper with a tear in my heart but it was well worth it.

I have to correct the Abbadon from my last battle report to an Armageddon of cause, but for us small frigate captains the one as the other is the same "big chunky Amarr laser starring shooty thingy that can't hit us", so I didn't care much about the details to be true for me it's almost the same but of cause for the captain of that ships it's not.

I started to give advice to the fitting of ships now but they of cause are free to experiment theirselves. People really fly wierd frigates now and I just try to handle what they want to fly. That's the best way of learning anyway and maybe I am able to learn fast enough to make that stuff work. In milita MirrorGod was one of the most inventive fleetcommanders I ever was flying with - he was able to take rubbish and make it shine. Of cause he's a pirate and ever will be, I think, but I respected him from the first time I was in his fleet as a fleet commander. Hopefully I learned enough from him to deal with this here and now.

It's like miliita, just smaller. If I had the numbers of militia small gang fleets here I'd really be able to seed havoc and mayham on our enemies. But that's not the way a fleet works. Capsuleers have always their own mind and you have to respect that and work with it, make the best you can out of what you have.

And of cause we have to concentrate on the things that are actually working against the enemy. Not just to call for more damage if brute force doesn't work but to fight like Athena did - fight smart fight swift. You can measure the damage a ship does but you can't measure an idea that is unknown. Now I have to find that idea, I think.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

Fish 'n' Fun has her first kill. We are all very proud that we got down this valuable T2 ship that costs us a Battlecruiser and a bunch of frigates in the end. A moment later his comrade was on the battlefield and I was without repair between the first and this fight unable to repeat the stunt with my wingman. So my brave little Rifter went down in flames and with him most of the loot we got from the first wreck. Alas General Spaz was leaving the battlefield with enough structure left to spice the victory. My modules were almost burnt down from the first fight and I had no chance of repair. Two wolves against a Rifter and a fierce Battle-Probe are a bit too much anyway. Haha! What a fight! What a fun.

But this was the first official fight Fish 'n' Fun could call actually a 'win'. I salute my two contrahents in their Wolves with respect for this wonderful fight. Carebears can bite.-- FREEDOM, PUNK & AUTOCANNONS

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